She walks to the bar and she walks to the bar real slow
She's the kinda woman that everyone likes to know
She asks for a drink, she asks for a cigarette
And the guy says Cool, has my catalogue order come yet?

He walks to the bar and he walks to the bar real mean
He's the kinda guy to keep his catalogue body clean
He asks for a drink and he thinks that he owns a yacht
But that catalogue account is the only thing he's got

They got catalogue kids and a catalogue Ma and Pa
They go catalogue shoppin' in a catalogue custom car
And when you bin all around this doggone catalogue town
You see the catalogue cats and they can't put the catalogue down